??? ME WHEN SOMEONE I REALLY LIKE STARTS TO FOLLOWS ME ?!??!?!?!

KK @koku-stars i quickly drew up Mike ^^ (I made his hair lighter btw so you could actually see his eyes, but its black :D)

Y-y-yapping I fear under cut !!!

SO SOME THINGS ABOUT HIS DESIGN THAT ARE KINDA VERY IMPORTANT TO HIS CHARACTER !!!!

He wears layers/tighter sweater vests because he needs to feel compression on his chest and torse to feel safe :3

His hair is messier and longer because as a child he was in a more constrictive, Christian household, with a very heavy view that men needed short hair, sooo when he got older his ahh IMMEDIATLY grew that shit out >:D

He was always js under the assumption he needed to look old and mature hence why he looks more like a 40 year old rather than a 30 year old :P

His glasses (he's colour blind :D He cant see reds n yellows XP)

The fact that his forearms arent covered. He has texture issues, and despite really liking having pressure on his body he cannot handle pressure on his arm (due to texture and trauma, if u havent caught on he's autistic and was abused. He was grabbed a lot on his arms and dragged around, so his arms are sensitive to weight and feeling 😢)

I think thats really all, AHHH I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH, PROBABLY HIM AND RUIYA ARE MY FAVOURITES OUT OF ALL MY OC'S...and Han...and Aiyana...AHG-ERFVBGRWGERFS THERES JS TO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM, but Mike is very special to me :( pls be nice to him yall, hes js baby girl (a 35 year old man)🥺🙏

I also kinda fw the non coloured version, since i have no clue how to render :P

something that distubrs me a lot is how the Author of Lolita

(Vladimir Nabokov)

Has stated that he never wanted the front cover of his book to feature a girl/little girl

Although there are so many versions with girls on the covers

Something about that makes me really uncomfortable tbh :(

This one in particular, im not sure why but just thef act its clearly a little girls legs, it disturbs me :/

Ive watched so many videos on Lolita and i really wanna read it :3

I dont care if i have to wait months to retrive this book, i dont think i'll ever want a book cover that disrespects the authors wishes :(

(ALSO on this book cover, the Vanity Fair describes it as a 'convincing love story'.....If you think Lolita is a LOVE story, maybe go re-read it a couple times. Go watch an analysis video, read an analysis, I don't understand how this book has gotten romanticized and so badly mistaken)

AHHH I LOVE ENA DREAM BBQ !!!

(i need to draw Mitu omggg shes so silly >.<)

AHHDHAH YOUNGER ME WOULD BE TWEAKING, I NEVER THOUGHT ENA WOULD EVER GET A GAAAMEEEE.

I think Ena was one of the first interests i ever got :3

WAHHH BSD OC !!!!!!!

I was getting really tired + my dumbass forgot i was doing this so i started an animatic :(( So i was starting to lose motivation, so this is the best ur getting 😭😭 No shading, js some texture and mixed colours yk :P

(i kinda rendered his face, but its lazily done)

INCASE U CANT READ ANYTHING, IMMA PUT ALL HIS INFO UNDER THE CUT !!! + I might add more info :P

Name: Vladimir Sorokin

(Based of the Russian writer and artist :3)

Gender: Male (He/him)

Birthday: 7th August (SO CLOSE TO MY BIRTHDAY LMAO 💗)

Age: Currently 52

Height: (i actually dont know his authors actual height so imma just guess) 182cm ??!?! 5ft 9 :P

Weight: 67kg

Likes: Soup, fish, bread, his bed

Dislikes: Being cold, weapons

Ability: Day Of Oprichnik (I haven't read the story yet, and I'll try to research it if I get more time so his ability might be altered a little bit)

Hes in the ada, but he isnt to loyal to it. He kinda just sticks around sometimes but can disappear for a month or something. He can be helpful, but only if he reeeaaallyy wants to.

Hes closer with Fukuzawa but stays more quiet around everyone else. :3

For a while he wasnt with anything or anyone, he was just in the slums and sitting around, attacking anyone that got to close, and he was always in a state of hysteria and unthinking :(((

SORRY I DONT HAVE A LOT OF HIS CHARACTER WORKED OUT, I HAVENT HAD A LOT OF TIME TO DO THINGS WITH HIS CHARACTER 💔💔

heh...if your taking requests....

Yk Oda is a really cool character you could draw >:3

(I tooooottaaalllyyy didn't get scared requesting smth so I turned on anon 🧍‍♂️ you also don't know who I am, and if you do SHHH u dont🫵)

i’m so sorry it took me forever to respond to this 😭😭 but uhhhh here you go, and hmmmmm, who could this be?/sarcasm.

SIGMA EATED ALL OF THE COOKIES 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Sketching is pretty fucking fun when I don't have an asshole whispering in my ear that it's rlly bad ^^

15 sokoku play date ^^

This is semi vent/comfort art ??? Idk. I js would like to cuddle dearest, and since I'm more 'dazai' and she's more 'chuuya' what better way to cope than sketch these two up !!!!

(Sorry for not being that active, I didn't know what to post lmao)

Ill probably post the coloured version on my alt :P

AHHH I've re-written the first chapter of my story

You can read it or not (I get rlly awkward when people read my personal work anyway, so if you don't, I really don't mind 😅)

Under cut XP

Also, I might add more, but idk this is all I have energy for :3

Tw: very brief mention of suicide.

Word count: 1090

Keyto stood beside his father, absentmindedly holding onto his arm, whacking it back and forth lightly. It amused him greatly; despite the situation he had once again found himself in.

He was back in the mental hospital after his father, Mike had caught him trying to drown again, Keyto hadn’t necessarily been trying to hide it too much though. The mental hospital felt like his home, his place where most disliked him, but feared him too much to not speak to him. Out there he was judged and not seen, he felt like a coward, a completely different person to the eccentric energy he bought to the hospital.

With his headphones on he could faintly hear Mike and a receptionist (one that was not his favourite) talking. This was a familiar routine at this point, his therapist, Ruiya would most likely be coming right now to pick him up and get him all settled in. His bag would have to be searched, but Keyto didn’t mind, he had clothes, writing equipment and stuffed toys…as well as blades, knifes and ropes. Keyto knew they’d get taken away, but he always got a small kick at watching the concerned face of staff as they carefully extracted all his dangerous equipment.

He stood there with Mike, continuing to play with his arm, resisting the urge to bite it, it was just so biteable! But then he heard the sound of the door opening. Keyto glanced over, a sobbing woman, and rather indifferent looking child walked in. A second receptionist popped her head out and gestured for them over. Mike moved to the side more, as he was still filling out the files for Keyto’s stay. This bonked Keyto a bit, causing a squeaked of shock and offence to come from him. He clung onto Mikes arms tighter, stumbling back a bit and he huffed, glaring up at Mike. Mike didn’t see, he simply bought up the hand that Keyto was clinging to, and he pet Keyto’s head softly.

Keyto kept his firm grip on Mikes arm as he peaked over Mike to catch a glimpse at the other kid.

He looked quite tall, definately taller than Keyto (although Keyto wasn’t sure if that was a feat of any sorts, he was only 5ft 3), his face set in a scowl, fluffy brown hair falling all over the place, a large swoop of it covering half of his face. There were freckles all over his neck and the sides of his face, they seemed to be covering pretty much anywhere but his direct face.

Keyto went back to playing with Mikes arm :3

The seats in the waiting room were quite uncomfortable but Keyto didn’t complain, he curled up next to Mike and stared at the other kid, who was still getting signed in.

“You’ll be alright Keyto ?”

Keyto faintly heard Mike say that, and he forced his eyes away from who he was staring at.

“Of course I will ! When have I not been !” He said, ending with a small giggle.

He saw the concern clear on Mike’s face, but he was unsure how to respond to it, or comfort, let alone care that Mike was concerned about his wellbeing.

It was a while before the therapist that usually took care of him, Ruiya came through the doors. Keyto hadn’t noticed he was still staring at the kid, that had repeatedly given Keyto filthy looks, disturbed that some random kid was watching him.

Ruiya received Keyto’s files once again with a soft smile to the receptionist, flicking through it. This was the shortest time period that Keyto had been out. Usually, he was back within a month, this time it was merely a week. But small setbacks in Keyto’s recovery were nothing but small bumps in the long road.

Keyto chirped up as he saw Ruiya, bouncing up on the seat, his fingers scrunching up into the sleeves of his hoodie as he waved. Ruiya offered a weary wave back, tensing up and bracing impact as he saw Keyto jump up and bolt towards him, crushing him in a tight hug. He was honestly just like a puppy.

“Ah, good morning Keyto, I see your back.” Ruiya observed softly, his voice aiming to be as low and soothing as to not set Keyto off into getting even more excited than he already was. It was early in the morning, 5am to be exact, so everybody was still asleep.

“I am !!!” Keyto squeaked back, his whole body squished to Ruiya, he didn’t want to let go for a while.

Ruiya didn’t make any move to extract him, his brown eyes did take another take at the other patient there in the waiting room. The, supposed, mother was sobbing next to her, supposed, son, who was occasionally glancing over at her, not saying anything. It was not as odd of a sight in here, but it was a sight that made Ruiya feel saddened.

“Ruiya.” Mike said, standing up from his seat and walking over. He nodded at the other, not caring that Keyto was clinging to him, the man was nice, and he had any pleasant chats in and out of the hospital with Ruiya.

“Mike.” Ruiya said with a soft nod.

Keyto once again fazed out of the conversation, occasionally stomping his feet on the ground, or grasping onto Ruiya’s back tighter as the two men spoke above him. He was once again resisted the urge to bite and scratch at Ruiya’s back and arms.

“Alrighty, time to head in, say goodbye to Mike and grab your bag kiddo.” Ruiya encouraged softly, grabbing Keytos shoulders every so slightly and pulling him out from the hug.

“Okieee !” Keyto swung around and waved to Mike, giving him a soft hug, feeling the reciprocation.

“Stay safe ok ? I’ll come back to visit in two days, focus on healing.” Mike muttered to him, giving a kiss to his head before letting Keyto go off. Snatching up his bag and following after Ruiya.

“BYEE MIKEE !!!” Keyto called as he left, disappearing into the facility.

Mike watched as his adoptee was swallowed by the doors of the mental hospital. His smile saddened, and he took a few moments of staring at the ground to let himself calm down. Once he had his mind back together, he straightened up, fixing the glasses more firmly on his face before making his way out, back towards the car to his always seemingly alone and quiet apartment.

OKIIEEE IF YOU HAVE ANY FEEDBACK I WOULDNT MIND ANY !!

I'm mainly looking for feedback as in did I get all the English correct, did I repeat anything, do I use the same word or phrase too often, and is it interesting to read. I'm not sure if this will be all there is for the first chapter, I might add more about Levi (the other kid who comes in)

Woaahhh first post :0

I literally have no idea how to do this, so enjoy some random ahh Nikolai sketch i did like a couple days ago. (i feel like i should introduce myself, but i have no idea how to work Tumblr vro, pls send help 🙏)

If I drew n posted my BSD oc you guys wouldnt throw tomato's and unfollow right ?🥺